1-2-3-4
Hey, here’s something exciting. I’m in a movie! The guitarist from our band, Giles, hasn’t played with us for the 
best part of a year because he’s been writing, directing, producing and now promoting his first full-length film. Earlier in the year, we went down to a dingy north London gig venue to appear in a couple of scenes as the failing indie band who are supporting the failing indie band on whom the film focuses. Fascinating experience, from all that having-you-hair-done and fake-sweat-application business, to miming to one of your own songs, to doing a couple of lines of dialogue, which is a first for me. Sadly the dialogue didn’t make the final cut, but we’re still in the film elsewhere. Anyway, it’s called 1-2-3-4, it’s got three showings at the London Film Festival (the premiere at the NFT), and is starting to attract some buzz. I’m excited to see how it works out and whether, in fact, Giles is the next David Lynch, rather than the next Glenn Branca.
You can see my head for about 0.1 seconds in the trailer here, but if I were you I’d just enjoy the film.
